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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Wet and Wild FREE READ: Nice Ice, Baby!

First off, WOW Skye Warren's blog hop image is hot. I'm actually having trouble concentrating right now because I can't stop staring at that girl's boobs. #queergirlproblems

Maybe I should have added the image AFTER I wrote my post.

Actually, you know what? Here's what I'm going to do: instead of telling you about my books and making you feel like you're being marketed to, I'm going to post a FREE READ. A wet and wild read, one of my "erotic letters"--I started my career writing this style of erotica, and I still love going back to it.

So, here you go:

Nice Ice, Baby!

by Giselle Renarde

Last summer was killer for my Chris and I, in our stuffy non-air-conditioned one-bedroom
apartment.The heat and humidity made me so cranky I thought I was going to rip Chris’s head off…until he came up with a fail-safe way to keep me cool.

I’d heard of couples playing with ice
before, but it never occurred to me that Chris and I might try.Now that we’ve done it, boy, I wish we’d
started sooner.Nothing else cools me
down quite like an ice cube between Chris’s fingers melting all down the front
of my body.

He starts by covering the old chair in our
living room with towels and sits me down on it.Then he goes to the kitchen and fills a bowl with an entire tray of ice
cubes.At first, we thought one or two
would do the trick, but we quickly discovered that…well, ice melts.You need plenty of cubes.

Sitting on the sturdy old footrest by the
chair, Chris takes one piece of ice between his fingers.Or, more accurately, he claws into the ice
with his short fingernails.Remember,
ice is cold.He sets the cube on my neck
and it melts in an instant.He follows
the droplets down my chest, but when the water streams between my naked
breasts, he takes a different route.

Chris circles the ice across my breasts,
back and forth, until he reaches one of my nipples.Once he gets to that sensitive spot, he circles
the ice around that soft pinkish flesh until my nipple really feels the
cold.It’s an amazing thing to watch,
really.He goes around and around, and my flesh tightens into a bud.My nipples never get so hard as when they’re subjected to Chris’s
wonderful ice torture.

When the first nipple’s hard, Chris moves
on to the next.By this time, the cube
has melted down to a drizzling nub and he usually pulls another from the
bowl.As he gets my tit all firm and
erect, the ice melts down my belly.Little droplets stream into my pubic hair, and I always get
a moment of thrill the first time a bit of cold water hits my clit.

As wonderful as the ice feels against my
breasts, it’s a whole different story between my legs.When I gasp my approval, Chris knows what I
want.He slides the ice down my belly
and I tremble as cold water streams between my pussy lips.Instead of darting straight at my clit, he
takes a little detour and circles around my thighs.My pussy gets happy, because
it knows what comes next.

Strangely, the ice doesn’t feel terribly
cold against my skin.That’s what
surprised me the most, when we first tried it: I thought the ice would freeze
my flesh and I’d be in pain.It’s really
not that way at all…except when Chris draws the melting cube up my thigh and
runs it up along my clit.That’s the
only time I really feel the cold.He
rubs me with ice, up and down against my clit, and it melts down my lower
lips.In less than a minute it’s colder
than I can handle.

I tell Chris my clit can’t stand any more
cold, and now comes the moment that excites us both the most: he slides the ice between my pussy lips and presses it inside of me.

How can I describe the feeling?

It’s like my pussy is so damn hot not even
the coldest substance in our freezer can contend with it.Okay, I admit, sometimes if Chris presses a
particularly large ice cube up my snatch and I’m not quite ready, my pussy goes
on auto-pilots and immediately ejects it.But that doesn’t happen very often, and when it does we both get a good
laugh.Imagine an ice cube
shooting out from between my thighs and whacking my boyfriend straight in the
chest!

Even if we have an escapee, Chris just
presses it back in, and by then my pussy’s acclimated and ready to accept
more.And more is exactly what it
gets.Chris pushes cube after melting
cube into my pussy.As the old ones
melt, sometimes Chris gets splashed when he pushes new ones in, but that’s all
part of the fun.

Usually, we can fit six
ice cubes inside my pussy.That seems
excessive, I know, but you give it a try and you’ll see how surprisingly easy
it is to fill your pussy with ice. Seriously…try it!There’s nothing like a little ice play on a
hot afternoon.I like doing it because
it seems out of the ordinary and a little naughty.Chris says he loves playing with ice because
I end up sparkling like a diamond with droplets of water.It’s worth doing just for the way
he looks at my body when I’m all wet and full of melting ice.

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Giselle Renarde is an award-winning queer Canadian writer. Nominated Toronto’s Best Author in NOW Magazine’s 2015 Readers’ Choice Awards, her fiction has appeared in more than 100 short story anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Lesbian Romance, Best Women’s Erotica, and the Lambda Award-winning collection Take Me There, edited by Tristan Taormino. Giselle's juicy novels include Anonymous, Cherry, Seven Kisses, and The Other Side of Ruth.